Canto II.

BON JUAN.

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Lxvm.

And thus it was with this our hapless crew j i'For ojj the third day there came on a calm,

And though at first their strength it might renew,And lying on their weariness like balm,

Lull’d them like turtles sleeping on the blue 'Of ocean, when they woke they felt a qualm,And fell all ravenously on their provision,

Instead of hoarding it with diie precision.

LXIX.'

The consequence was easily foreseen —

They ate up all they had, and drank their wine,In spite of all remonstrances, and then

On what, in fact, next clay were they to dine?They hoped the wind would rise, these foolish men!

And carry them to shore; these hopes were fine,Hut as they liad but one oar, and that brittle,

It would have been move wise to save their victual.